BEAST'S SLAVE - CHAPTER 4
The night had descended upon them.
Aekeira’s face turned ashen upon hearing everything from Emeriel. Her complexion resembled that of a vampire, drained of color, and she had not uttered a single word in hours. Instead, tears streamed down her eyes.
Emeriel could hardly recognize Aekeira after the “treatment” Livia had given her.
Aekeira was incredibly beautiful, well groomed, and all dressed up in that scanty piece of nothing. He despised the purpose behind her transformation and dreaded the impending arrival of the Urekai guards, who would soon take her away.
“Let us escape. This place is vast, and I know of some hidden passageway that we can use—” Emeriel suggested urgently.
Aekeira shook her head, “I cannot risk your life, Em. Grand Lord Vladya warned you about the severe consequences of attempting to escape. Moreover, if we’re caught, they would undoubtedly discover your secret when they strip you down to whip you. It is simply not an option.”
Emeriel approached Princess Aekeira, and shook her firmly, “Pull yourself together, Aekeira! You will be forced to serve an UREKAI in its BEAST FORM! One that has lost its sanity and has remained feral for over five hundred years! You cannot subject yourself to such a fate! You will die if you do this!” he screamed.
“We have no other choice!” Aekeira screamed right back, “I will not put you in danger, Emeriel. Can’t you understand? You are my younger sister. Our parents risked everything to protect you, and I will do everything in my power to do the same. Not because you are a burden, but because I am your elder sister, and I love you dearly!”
Emeriel bit his lip, struggling to hold back tears. “And who will protect you, Aekeira? Who will ensure your safety?”
Aekeira’s desperate arms grasped Emeriel, and she gazed into his eyes. “They must never discover that you are a woman, Emeriel. Never! Neither the humans nor the Urekais must find out.”
At that moment, the door swung open, revealing Livia’s return, accompanied by the young girl, Amie, and another group of Urekai soldiers. “It is time. Let us proceed,” she declared. Her eyes widened as she added, “It is inadvisable for you to touch her now. You do not want to leave your scent on her. Release her immediately.”
“What do you mean? What will happen if I touch Princess Aekeira?” Emeriel asked, but he quickly pulled away.
Livia offered no reply, instead nodding her head as the men escorted Princess Aekeira out of the room.
The journey was long and silent, involving a lot of twists and turns. They passed by human slaves and Urekai maids within the vast fortress, but as they approached their destination, the faces grew scarce, and the surroundings became eerily quiet.
Fear and goosebumps crept over Emeriel as they entered a haunting corridor, where the silence became almost deafening. It felt as though they were walking through a graveyard.
“This is as far as we go,” Livia whispered at the entrance of the hallway. “The beast must not detect any other scent on her. If it smells a scent it despises, it may become even more brutal–might even tear her apart. That is why you must not touch her, Emeriel. You can proceed from here, Aekeira.”
Emeriel ignored the head maid and gripped his sister’s arm tightly, shaking his head vehemently. “Don’t do it,” he whispered.
Aekeira did not turn to look at him. Instead, she gently pulled her hand away and continued forward.
Upon returning to their chambers, Emeriel began pacing restlessly. All he wanted was for his sister to remain alive until the next day.
Whether she was wounded or in pain, it doesn’t matter, as long as she was alive. It might have been selfish of him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
But, something strange was happening within him. He scratched his arm, feeling restless and irritable.
This peculiar sensation had begun when he set foot in the wing of the forbidden chamber.
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The forbidden chambers were engulfed in pitch-black darkness. Aekeira’s fear intensified as she couldn’t see anything. But, she could sense she was not alone.
She felt an eerie sense of being watched. Goosebumps spread across her body. The silence only added to her unease.
With trembling hands, Aekeira began to undress. She could sense the darkness looming over her, as if the beast was in close proximity.
The Urekais possessed exceptional night vision, so Aekeira was certain this beast could see her clearly.
Present to the beast. You might be able to survive if you present well.
Naked, she fell to her knees, her body trembling. She lowered her upper body until her shoulder pressed against the cool floor, spreading her knees wide open to expose privates fully.
Carefully, she avoided touching her buttocks and instead grasped just beyond them, reaching for her V@???@l folds and spreading them apart as much as her position allowed.
A growl rumbled from the dark room, startling her to the point of crying out. It sounded much closer than she had expected.
At this moment, she trembled like a leaf, her gaze fixed ahead into the darkness, awaiting the inevitable. The position she held was uncomfortable, but Livia had instructed her to maintain it for as long as possible and to avoid accidentally gripping her buttocks.
The older woman instructed her a lot as she poured copious amounts of liquid as lubrication into Aekeira’s intimate area.
There is no consciousness within the beast, only primal instincts—segz, bloodfeeding, and ki||ing. However, the beast won’t bloodfeed from you, as its bloodhost has already fulfilled that role the previous day. If you spread your cheeks while presenting, you are offering your anus, and it will take you there. So, if you wish to avoid being taken anally, spread your V@???@l folds or the cheeks close to it.
Suddenly, Aekeira felt a large hand resting on her small hip. A towering figure loomed behind her. It was enormous, she felt surrounded by it.
Aekeira cried out, terrified. The beast sniffed her, its growl intensifying with each sniff…as if it had caught another scent.
Then, it pressed it’s cold nose at her arm and inhaled deeply—the same spot where Emeriel had held her before they parted ways—and emitted a loud snarl.
In the next moment, the beast mounted her, forcefully th-ru_sting something large inside her. She screamed in agony as the beast ravaged her mercilessly. Mindlessly. The pain was excruciating.
Aekeira had experienced similar situations since she was thirteen, and they had all been painful, but this was unlike anything she had ever endured.
Her screams reverberated through the silence, shaking the walls. The beast continued to sniff her arm, groaning and snarling. Its pace was inhuman, fast and forceful, as if it wanted to penetrate her very soul.
“Please!!!” she screamed, overwhelmed. Her small body felt completely consumed by the beast. And it truly was a beast.
She could feel its hard scales against her skin, limbs like tree trunks, and talons as sharp as daggers. She feared they would cut into her at any moment, given how tightly the beast held her.
Oh, divine gods, she was going to die!
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Emeriel felt so hot. As if he was burning from the inside.
Wh@??ver was happening to him had intensified over the past hour, even before Aekeira’s anguished screams pierced the night. He desired nothing more than to rush into the forbidden chambers and rescue his sister, but his body hurts so bad.
At some point, he had undressed, as even the sensation of wearing clothes against his skin became unbearably uncomfortable. Now, he lay curled up on the bed, suffering from another wave of pain. It came as contractions––each one more painful than the last.
“No, no, please,” he cried out at the sign of another contraction. Agony twisted his body, causing him to stiffen as waves of heat coursed through his entire being, focusing particularly on his intimate area.
Emeriel’s feminine parts felt as though they were engulfed in flames that refused to subside. The itching sensation was unbearable.
But, this was not the type of itch that could be relieved by scratching with his fingers, as Emeriel had attempted repeatedly, only resulting in increased pain.
He had never touched himself intimately before, nor had he ever been tempted to do so. Yet now, the urge overwhelmed him.
He was completely naked, except for the long white cloth that tightly bound his B??@Å¡?s against his chest. Even his B??@Å¡?s ached, causing him great discomfort, making it so hard for Emeriel to resist untying the binding.
Oh, by the sky, what was happening to him!?
He whimpered as he heard Aekeira’s screams in the distance. He had never heard her scream so loudly, so agonizingly.
Gods, he needed to save his poor sister before that beast ki||ed her. But he was unable to summon the strength to move his aching body.
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Amie did her best to ignore the screams.
They always made her uncomfortable because they reminded her of the sickening things the slave master, Boris, does to her at the barn. She simply needed to pick up the bathing oil she had forgotten after running a bath for Princess Aekeira.
As she approached the quarters, she heard muffled cries, filled with agony.
It sounded like someone was in distress. The cries grew louder as she drew closer.
Amie quickened her pace, following the sound until she reached the end of the hallway. She stood outside a closed door. The cries were coming from Princess Aekeira’s chambers.
But wasn’t Prince Emeriel the only person in there?
Amie opened the door and entered the room. A female figure lay on the bed, facing away from her, writhing in agony.
The figure was partially unclothed, with some sort of wrap-bandage around her upper body. Long, jet-black hair surrounded her, and her body glistened with sweat.
Suddenly, the figure convulsed and let out a loud sob.
“A-are you alright?” Amie’s voice trembled softly as she approached the figure on the bed.
Only whimpering sounds responded to her question. Amie moved closer to the front of the figure and froze as she took in the astonishing sight before her. Her eyes almost popped out of her head.
“Prince Emeriel?” Amie couldn’t believe her eyes. She blinked hard to clear her vision.
Perhaps cleaning the whole floor of the westside yesterday with barely any break in between had been a bad idea. She was definitely seeing things.
But as she blinked the third time, the figure didn’t change, it was still prince Emeriel. He is a girl.
“H-help me,” Prince Emeriel cried, his voice strained and his lips patched, fresh tears welling up in his eyes.
Right. Amie had almost forgotten about his pain. “Are you sick? How do you feel? Should I fetch the healer?” she asked, turning towards the door. But a sharp cry of alarm from Prince Emeriel stopped her.
“No, don’t call anyone! No one… can… see… me like this,” he panted, his hand tightly gripping his wrapped chest. “I hurt everywhere. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
Amie was only nineteen years old, and other slaves often made fun of her, saying she wasn’t too smart.
That was probably why she found it difficult to fully comprehend what Prince Emeriel was saying. She needed to inform Madam Livia.
“Hang in there, I’ll be back!” Amie exclaimed before swiftly running off.
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